Delivered into Our Hands
The three disciples on the mountain of transfiguration must have been shaken to the very core of their being. Their teacher took off the robe so-to- speak and showed them in blinding light and a divine presence so intense that they fell to their faces , that He wasn’t a teacher only, but God. I can’t imagine how the three could ever see Jesus the same way again. Usually when something so shocking and sense-eclipsing happens to us, our brains have a habit of dimming the memory so that it doesn’t overwhelm us as we remember. I say this, because in the mundane of life on the road with Jesus, the memory had to be worn over with the dust and grime of living in the world. The e xalted Son who lit up the night sky was still eating, sleeping, excreting, and sweating along with them . The robe was back on, and the living flame of love was obscured by the day-to-day grind Jesus ...